"Don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else - word one - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one.

When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpes of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin.

I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth."

I just read that to Hannah and I swear the lights dimmed and stray dogs howled from blocks away, and then died. All the milk in the building has curdled, and my TV will only show channels of things with teeth inside caves.

I am sorely disappointed. For half a second I thought you meant that the historical astronomer was the one who said it. And let's face it, that would have been a hell of a thing to come out of the mouth of a guy who according to legend died because he was too polite to admit he needed to pee.